Moving Forward

“For the foreseeable future,” she emphasizes with a chuckle before growing more serious. “I don’t know where life is going to take me, what I want to do. The tensions and deaths make me… remember the War for Independence, and I don’t see things ending well here. At least not in the Grounds.” She’s never spoken much about the war, but growing up in a port city meant it was a hotly contested area. “And there’s no one to keep me in one place, so…” Perhaps a little sadder than she’d anticipated, the redhead tries to offset it with a smile, but that, too, ends up looking a little pained. She’d heard someone whispering that Harper and Phoebe are now together, and she can’t for the life of her understand how almost every man she’s been remotely interested in have ended up shaking up with that child. Oh well. “Perhaps something bright that I can move in and fold up tightly, but won’t get wrinkled?” she asks suddenly, as she entertains the idea of traveling around, much like an old-timey bard. Practical, yet useful. And might make the trade seem more fair. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin